Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Skin

His hand touched the skin on her chest, it was cool
underneath his fingers and still damp from being rinsed. In the harsh neon
stripped light it gave her skin an almost blue white alabaster look, somewhere
akin to chalk. However, it was soft and it gave him the usual physical reaction;
he traced his fingertips in feather like concentric circles around her nipple,
delighting at the sensation.

Richard loved this moment. A snap shot in time where there
was nothing but him and her; an intimate connection. His helium filled body would float
through the moment as he looked down on it from another place. To some this
dislocation of the self from the moment or the action would be worrying but to
Richard it was what made that instant in time. Everything slowed down and he
felt calm and lost in happiness.

Bending down, he placed his mouth near her nipple and breathed.
There was no perceptible scent other than soap, that fresh clean skin scent that
reminded him of purity and innocence. He
observed a mole above and to the left of her aroela; that would be the target
of his kiss. The freckle contrasted with her skin highlighting the cool
marbleness of it; it was an invitation.

Lips touched her, leaving a wet footprint of affection and lust.
There was no reaction, she was deathly still. Looking up at her face and
contemplating whether or not to worry her nipple, he decided against it.

Drawing himself upright and adjusting his hardness, reality
snapped back into place with a ping. No internal lightness as his feet remained
leaden like, planted to the floor. His heart sank, he did not like this
feeling, he liked the moment; naturally, it was why he did it.

Flicking the sheet over, to cover the corpse once more he
pushed her back into the refrigerated locker. He was looking forward to doing
her autopsy.

I have just come back from Eroticon 2013 and had an amazing time. I was inspired by the session by @Remittencegirl who encouraged all of us to explore the darker side of our imagination, to set it free. Even before going to this year's Eroticon I was told that my erotica can be 'challenging'. I enjoy this. I enjoy that I have caused you to squirm. I take pleasure and pride in knowing that you found this sick piece of necrophilia sexy; if is is any consolation it completely squicked me out and I wrote it, it still makes me shudder just thinking about it. @Remittencegirl suggested that we have regressed in what society will accept about our sexuality and the exploring of it; from the defiant and ground breaking 120 Days of Sodomy by the Marquis de Sade to the pulp of 50 Shades of Grey by EL James. 300 years separate these scribings. So here I am, looking you in the eye, I am going to fucking reclaim erotica, I am going to take you places that will excite and thrill you, that will test your inner self about what you think is sexy, I will turn you on in ways that you have not imagined previously. The gauntlet has been thrown and I accept the challenge!

31 comments:

I had a feeling where it was going when you described her skin.. hoped it wasn't but feared it was. That is one thing that has always dumbfounded me, the ultimate control I guess one could say. One is left to wonder how a person gets to that point. What trauma led them to choose the dead over the living.

I have a very dark side that does not come out very often and what you have written here is something that excites and repulses me..... is that sick or perverted - probably - do I worry - not a bit as it is a part of me and it is up to me to control what I wish to react to and how I wish to react to it!

Go you. I also came away from RG's sessions determined to explore the dark recesses of the erotic further but wow, this is one seriously brave start. I can't say I was turned on by the thought of the act at all but the concept that there is eroticism in death is certainly something I acknowledge.